Incipient

Her eyes

Drawn to me

Drift

Through me

And warm my spine

 

Bodies

Move closer looking

To find

 

Perfection in the moment

Not

What’s ahead?

Or

What’s behind?

 

Anatomy intertwined

But

Anatomy’s unable to confine

This experience

It lacks the language and

The ability to objectively define

What incipiency serves to remind:

 

Somehow

What’s internal always forgets

To hide and

For

A short period of time

 

The most important space

Becomes

The lack of space between you and I